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“Here you are Master Stolas.” Mr. Butler greeted as he gave the young owl prince a cup of peppermint tea.
“Thank you, Mr. Butler…” Stolas replied woozily as he carefully took the cup.
“This should be a good lesson to you not to overindulge yourself in such a manner.” Paimon gently chided, rubbing his boy’s back to help him feel better.
“They were only a few sips…” Stolas pouted, making his father laugh a bit.
“Regardless, you need to be careful when trying different things.” Paimon told his son before looking knowingly at his butler. “And run your little shopping list through me before sending him off with that junk, alright?”
“I will remember that in the future, sire.” Mr. Butler bowed before looking at the young owl. “Were you able to have fun?”
“Oh yes! They all greatly appreciated everything we brought and–oh…I think I moved too fast.” Stolas moaned, holding his stomach as he curled up onto his bed.
“Just try to rest and let your stomach settle for now.” the owl king told his son before smirking to himself. “Truth be told, I think you’ll be feeling much better faster than your friends.”
“What do you mean, father?” the prince blinked as he slowly sipped his tea.
“If what the little messes the imp children made from your magic photograph are anything to go by, they’re going to be regretting their little misadventure for a while.” Paimon chuckled.
Stolas smiled weakly before looking to Mr. Butler. “Thank you for helping me. I know it’s not usual during the Sinsmas season but…it was fun for me.” Stolas told him tiredly.
“I am glad you had a good time, Master Stolas.” the butler bowed with a small smile.
Paimon shook his head with a smile as he watched over his son. He wasn’t really upset with his boy and butler conspiring to have a sugary mess of fun over at that Blitzo boy’s place. Stolas needed to do something nice during the holidays so if getting a stomach ache was a small price to pay, it wasn’t the worst thing he could’ve been doing.
He thanked his lucky stars that they didn’t suggest having their little gathering at the mansion; he would’ve been mortified if that sticky and sugary mess was in his own home. He had no idea how Lucifer was able to handle the mess Queen Beelzebub had made in the Morningstar abode…though if he was being fair, that was more Mammon’s fault.
Mr. Butler left the two owls alone, wanting to get started on a light dinner for Stolas that evening once his stomach had settled.
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“Ugh…my head…” Blitzo groaned as he slowly got up from the couch. He blearily looked and saw Barbie and Fizz were clutching their stomachs on the floor, having rolled off the couch in their sugar induced coma. “Guys…you good?”
“I feel like I got hit by a bus…” Fizz moaned, rolling onto his back.
“My head hurts…” Barbie whined.
“Well look what the hellcat dragged in.” Buckzo teased as he moved into the living room where his kids were trying to recover. “Hope the little sugar rush ya had was worth it.”
“Daddy…my face is sore…” Barbie moaned.
“Well no shit, ya dingdong. You practically drank your weight in sugar.” Buckzo scolded. “You knuckleheads need to get upstairs and brush your teeth so we don’t end up payin’ out the ass for cavities.”
“Yes sir…” Blitzo, Barbie, and Fizz sighed, slowly standing up.
“And when you’re done, you’re cleanin’ up the mess ya made.” He told them.
The kids grumbled as they moved up the stairs but Barbie stopped, getting a weird feeling in her tummy. “Dad…I’m gonna–” she tried before holding a hand over her mouth.
“Aw shit!” He cursed, scooping her up and running outside to save the floors from getting puked on. “I gotcha kiddo!”
The two boys winced as they heard her projectile vomit out onto the ground outside. They were relieved that Buckzo was quick enough to act so Barbie could puke in peace. There was no way that she would’ve made it to the bathroom in time. And there’d be more of a mess to clean up anyway.
“Poor Barbie…” Fizz sighed.
“Spice was a terrible idea.” Blitzo shrugged as they moved up the stairs.
The two boys moved into the bathroom and rinsed their mouths out first to get any sugary residue off their teeth. Brushing their teeth sucked but going to the dentist in Hell was much worse. Blitzo and Fizz practically globbed toothpaste onto their toothbrushes before brushing the crap out of their teeth.
“Next time, I think I’m gonna skip the gummy candies. It…kinda made my hot chocolate taste weird.” Fizz admitted.
“I hear ya buddy. And if I’m gonna add crunchy stuff, I’m gonna wait until the last minute so I don’t get mush.” Blitzo nodded in agreement.
Barbie slowly trudged into the bathroom, wiping her face as she rinsed her mouth out. Once she cleared the bile taste from her tongue, she turned blearily to the boys. “I think I’m gonna be off sugar for a while…” she groaned.
“How about spice?” Fizz piped in.
Barbie retched a bit before swallowing it back down, giving him a weak glare. “Don’t even mention that around me right now or I’ll puke on you.” she warned.
“At least it was from the front end and not the back.” Blitzo reminded her. “Fire shits would really suck.”
“Point taken…still think your friend Millie is nuts.” Barbie snarked as she started to brush her teeth.
Tilla peeked her head in the bathroom, glad to see the kids have recovered. “How’re you all holding up?” she wondered.
“Barbie puked in the yard.” Blitzo told his mom, wincing when his sister elbowed him in the ribs.
“Yeah I heard about that…you feeling better sweetie?” she asked gently.
“Weirdly, I do.” Barbie admitted, turning to her mom as she brushed her fangs. “It sucked when I was throwing up but getting all that stuff out of me made me feel a lot better.”
“Glad you learned your lesson. And maybe let us help you when you want to have a hot chocolate party.” Tilla suggested.
“We’ll keep that in mind Miss Tilla.” Fizz promised, giggling when she patted his head.
Once the kids were all cleaned up and their fangs were brushed to the best of their ability, before their cleaning appointment in a few months, they moved back downstairs to see the mess they had made still there. Open containers of decorative candies and marshmallows strewn about, sticky cups with sweet sugary syrups hardening, and globs of whatever they didn’t finish slowly becoming cement.
It really was as if Beelzebub had a bad bender in their home.
Buckzo grinned as he handed them scrubby sponges, dish soap, and mops before gesturing into the kitchen. “If I were you three, I’d get started,” he advised.
The three imp children looked at each other before letting out a loud groan. This was going to be a long night of cleaning.
[END]